She'll Eat You Alive
Ahh, finally!
Here she comes, sauntering down the sidewalk without a care in the world. It's easy to tell she's a dangerous one; the scar over her left eye and large curving horns atop her head are quick to convey that fact. But it doesn't keep the men from blatantly ogling her. Not that she minds, as she readily gives them a sultry wink back.
A malamute with a hefty coat of dark fur that grew lighter towards the front, highlighting her endowments. Her curly tail sways from side to side to keep up with her wide luscious rump. Her ample bosom fights back against their tight restraints. Her juicy hips fill out her figure with just the right amount of meat. So much plush fur showing that it is a wonder why she even wears clothes at all. A goddess â€" or demoness â€" of fertility if there ever was one...
As the door glides open and the room falls silent in her wake. Even though this was one of the few restaurants she frequented on a regular basis, both customers and employees still pause to indulge in her image.
As she sits at her usual table, the waiters fight over who gets to serve her. One smirking glare and they fall in line, agreeing to take turns.
Safe to say, she gets her food on time, every time. And this time she decided to go with a plate of juicy ribs. Holding one by the bone, her muzzle easily engulfs its entire length. Slowly, tenderly, the bone draws back out of her mouth, nearly completely bare. With all the care in the world her long tongue laps at it until it is perfectly clean...
God... I was hard as soon as I had spotted her and now I'm starting to knot just watching her eat!
So, what am I doing here, acting like a psychotic stalker? Well... You might too if you saw her. For me, the first time was two days ago...
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...I was sitting at the bar in the club I've been attending nearly every other day for the past three years. Then, on this average eve, she walked in as though she owned the place wearing nothing but a tube top so tight her breasts threatened to leap out at any moment and a skirt so short she was almost flashing everyone her panties. Her dominant posture, despite having no date or entourage or any sort of history with this joint, was peculiar enough to garner my visual attention for the night â€" in addition to her looks.
She definitely turned some heads besides my own. However, the guys' girlfriends turned them right back. No matter. Without the slightest hint of apprehension or drop in posture, she strut her way out to the center of the dance-floor.
At first she was alone, swinging and swaying to the beat.
Then, one man spotted her hypnotizing rear. He drifted away from his posse of friends to get closer to the mouth-watering woman. She backed up into him, welcoming him with a wag of her tail over his shorts, lifting her skirt slightly to do so. He gawked for a second, only to be ushered back to the beat as her pace became more vigorous, her sumptuous assets dancing as much as she was.
Then, another man's eyes rolled back and forth, caught up in the rhythm of her chest. In a trance-like state, he also wandered closer. She took him by the arm and brought him into the pack while her other arm reached behind to grasp the back of the head of the other man, pulling them both in to a more intimate distance. Again, her routine became even more daring as she brushed back and forth between them.
And just like that it continued. Man after man flocked to this woman, brought into the pack with caring caresses. Some abandoned friends, only to be reunited as the pack grew. Even more abandoned their dates. The jilted women huffed in anger as they stamped one by one out of the club.
All the while, I witnessed this amazing sight from atop my stool.
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By the time the last of the female competition had left, the lone woman had already slipped out of her top. One breast leapt out with her frenzy at first, making the squad of men around her drool in hunger. She merely grinned and pushed her chest into one of their paws, swinging about to maneuver the sweating palm over to the other side and release the other mound.
At this point, the bulges in the men's pants were beginning to chafe as she rubbed them. Along with her own...
It began as a slight lump in her groin and slowly swelled as her pack came to capacity. Her skirt folded upward as her underwear peaked, revealing to all the silhouette of her extra attributes. Patches furred testicles poked out through the edges of the panty's crotch, bouncing and jouncing with everything else. Her erection throbbed against the fabric, tinting a point with her anticipation.
Yet, no man shied away. The smell of her dripping, feminine sex was just as strong as all her male counterparts combined. While one hand attended to the boys, her other pleasured both cock and cunt. When her thick pole breached the confines of moistened cloth and the stretched panties fell about her thighs, it was time.
The woman bent over towards one of the men. Her fingers fondled the button and zipper, careful to not send him off before he was out. That's when the dancing stopped, despite the continuing music. The men behind her were troubled with what to do as her tail curled up her back, pulling the skirt with it and revealing all there was to see.
The boys were obviously dumbfounded with the offer. Her manhood was easily three times the size of any of theirs, pointing down to her knees as it bucked with increasing blood-flow. How could they possibly match up?
But, when she didn't get what she wanted right away, she turned her head away from her fiddling and gave the stupefied guys a guttural growl to get them into gear. That did the trick. Paws and claws scratched at her plump rear, tugging at her panties and dragging them down her legs.
Her own efforts came to fruition as the target's prick flopped out of his pants, drooling with its own anticipation. She tugged a bit behind his knot, beckoning him to the ground. He obliged so willingly, he almost injured his own tail on the way down. She squat down to her knees, bringing down a horde of men behind her as they chased after their goal. A last wink to the man who would be first and down her muzzle went, engulfing his entire length whole... Sound familiar?
The woman lifted her rear just in time to catch a single flailing cock as the men behind her fought over the ripe, velvety folds. The owner gratefully let out a groan amidst his panting, immediately thrusting with all his might. She moaned back, muffled by the meat in her mouth.
That still wasn't enough. The greedy malamute put her weight on her elbows so that a freed hand could nab one of the many phallic objects that had been yanked out in hopes of being next. Without needing to look, she cupped it in her palm and gently massaged it, bringing the man to hump at her fist within moments. When it matched her oral efforts in harmony, she balanced herself such that she could relinquish her other hand for yet another member.
Four at time she went. The dance-floor was so hot that the whole bar reeked of sweaty fur. The base of the music set the beat of the strokes. Hips thrust in tandem, making the woman slick with the lubricants of them all.
The man on the ground jerked about thanks to the expertise of her tongue. The most he could do was grab onto her horns and push until his balls were nearly beyond her teeth. She took every drop, swallowing it until the pup was nearly sucked dry like a straw.
With the cock going limp, she came up for a breath. The boy was bumped out of the way for the next victim before she could even lick the salt of the last from her lips. She wasted no time before leaning in for her next meal.
Then the hand-jobs started sputtering to life. They painted her dark coat with veins of pearly white. Once the last drop spilled over her finger, it still wasn't enough. More. She needed more. Her hands let go of the flaccid things and searched out for more hard objects.
The yowling behind her was accompanied by fingers digging into her fleshy haunches. His own cheeks clenched as he filled her up until the very last drop. Legs gone numb, he fell away. Yet again, he was quickly replaced by another.
Some of the pack were too anxious to wait. They dropped to the ground beside her, reaching in with their tongues to please her own stiffness. She even took a moment to aid them by unlatching her skirt and letting it fall to the floor below. The skirt was soon covered with a mixture of saliva and her own pre-cum. Her own knot gradually grew in girth, allowing more and more tongues to lash at the sensitive skin.
Though, she still managed to outlast them in stamina. Before they could get her to climax even once, the lap-dogs jumped to their feet with their own masturbatory release. A puddle formed on her back, slowly dripping towards her spine and up her back. Caught up in their afterglow, others cheerfully to up the job they had temporarily abandoned.
It was this second round of men that finally set her off. I still envy the guys she was blowing at the time whenever she did climax. Her honey-sweet voice let out a vibrating howl over their dicks, bringing them along with her instantly. She dropped her rear and pressed her massive erection into her soiled skirt as it exploded over the floor. Stuck by their knots, whoever was behind her was forced to play along. The grinding of her inner-muscles more than made up for the shift.
Just a few ecstatic breathes and she was back at it all with nary a sign of fatigue.
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A full two hours must have passed.
Most guys only survived two rounds. Some managed to make it to three and she was finishing off the guys who were staggering off their fourth. As the last, able man collapsed to the floor with exhaustion after suckling from a breast for nearly ten minutes straight, she panted with satiation.
The woman stood, surveying her fallen pack. One hand rest on her bulging belly â€" a preview of a pregnancy that just had to ensue with that much semen within. The other wadded up her clothes into a giant, sticky ball and held it to the side.
"Thanks boys. I think I willll have to come by here again~," she said in a heavenly tone before heading towards the door.
Almost all the fur on her body was slick with spunk. Her tits dripped with the excess that rolled off her chin. The foot-and-a-half long cock stood perpendicular to her body. It was as stiff as ever, but its weight was still affected by physics, pulling it further from the sheath.
She disappeared out the door and into to the streets, completely nude with a glistening sheen. To be honest, I think she just wanted to get back home while her extra coat of white was still warm. Without any more mates to play with, she would just have to continue the fun in her bathtub.
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And what about me, you ask? You see, those few of us who didn't tread onto the dance floor that night weren't included, probably because most of us were too drunk to be of use.
However, I wasn't drunk. I just couldn't move, no matter how much I wanted to. I don't know why I froze and couldn't lift myself from my seat, but I suppose that's the meaning of ‘captivated'. Which, of course, led to a night full of cursing myself and an utter failure to gratify my erection in the slightest, no matter how sore or empty I was.
All that, in a nutshell, is why I am here today. It took me the entire day yesterday to find out that this restaurant is a favorite of this nameless marvel of a woman. And here is where I sat since the sun rose.
I don't know what's going to happen... Hopefully she's ‘single' on the relationship front. Though, I would be still be happy if I just managed to satisfy this tenacious hard-on, or even learn her name.
I don't care if I die from being sucked inside-out, I'm going to ask her for a date!
...Wish me luck.